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Last breath
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Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house
far in the bushes,
on the top of the hill
could see from afar,
made from wood,
old and dark in colour,
is where the old man
stored his writings of
all the days of his life,
could only visit in December
where he sat on his rocking chair
swinging it as he looked at the view of the beach, reading his past life,
in his eye glasses, grey long hair
reminiscing good times with his late wife, moments of tears, regrets,
mistakes, good deeds, failures,
bad days, good days, kind moments,
heartbreaks, childhood,shame,
Some pages tore his heart,
some led to tears,
most brought a smile
as the sun went down on him,
still he kept reading,
until he felt asleep,


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